Coming soon... and gratuitous usage of CAPS

Yesterday morning we drove over to the "new" neighborhood to try to get a feel for how it's structured, as to be quite honest, even though his mom's lived in that house since '92, we never really paid much attention to the neighborhood as somewhere we'd live ourselves.

One of the best elementary schools in the city is literally a block away. The yards are all tidy and people were out walking their dogs en masse. And - cleaning up after them! There are a number of highly rated hospitals within a five minute drive. And a really great coffee shop. And the highway is just minutes away... but it's secluded and no traffic at all in the actual neighborhood... and there's an enormous all organic vegetable garden a half block away.

We decided to drive to Nordstrom's (a less than 10 minute drive!) for me to look for a new pair of shoes and Michael wanted some more Zirh shaving cream (this stuff is heavenly good - the menfolk in your life need it trust me. Even my macho Texan republican father uses it - although he said it's a little "girly"). As we're making small talk with the cashier I said something to the effect of how surprised I was that they were so much cheaper than Sephora (where I *sigh* used to buy his Zirh stuff for him). She said, "oh well, you know they're opening a new Sephora in the mall."

I embarassed the hell out of myself and half-screamed, half-screeched:

What? What? WHAT? REALLY?!?!?!?!

If it wasn't for the vaginal progesterone pills, I would have sworn that well, um, that I had just made a rather indelicate mess in my knickers upon hearing the news.

I raced out of the store, with Michael roaring laughing on my heels to verify that it is indeed coming.

Halfway through the mall, there was the sign, in all it's glory.

Sephora. Coming soon.

(and the heavens opened, and angels sang, and there was much rejoicing).

[Begin random talk about my box - I was warned that using prometrium as a vaginal suppository could be a little er, messy. And with 600 mg. a day of it - all I can say is ew. The 200 mg. pill in the morning is going to have to be oral. The 400 mg at night I'm administering vaginally because it's supposed to be more readily absorbed where it's needed or something. All I can say is that there is justifiable reason for my husband to have nicknamed me Peanut Puss. And I'm really hoping that peanut oil comes out of my favorite flannel pjs - because, damn it - they have SMORES on them. And smores don't need added peanut oil.

And 600 mg a day of progeterone is making my boobs hurt. Achingly swollen and hurting, and it's only been 4 days of it. Of course, while on progesterone supplementation last time, I only made it 8 days before the bleeding started, so who knows how long this will last. End of box talk]
The Sephora news coupled with the fact that his alma mater beat their biggest rival in basketball yesterday for the first time in THIRTY-ONE match-ups and at an away game no less, well, we're just sort of floored - and not entirely sure that yesterday did in fact even occur.

We went out to have a beer to celebrate (a John Courage/Guinness half and half for me - quite tasty I highly suggest it) - and our waiter was the younger brother of someone in my graduating class in high school. Which wouldn't be a big deal, but I went to high school um, NINE HOURS away by car. What an incredibly small world.

Mom (my MIL) and David have made an offer on the house they want to buy, and are expecting a counter offer, which they will likely agree to. They're asking for an expedited closing date of Feb. 1. Which means that we'll be moving in March or April at the latest into the new house.

I'm headed off to look at paint samples and kitchen island specs for MY NEW HOUSE.

And the delurking bit? Um, WOW. I don't think I've ever had that many comments (and perhaps not in the first uh, six months I was blogging total). Thank you to the "repeat customers" and those of you who are a little more new and just popped in to say hi.

Wow. That was a lot of caps. Er, sorry about that.